We used to call the living room rug the Vomit Magnet, because in an apartment full of gleaming, yet easily cleaned wooden and tile floors, the cats would inevitably choose to go get sick on it. In fact, once in a while you would see a cat rushing towards it, cheeks bulging....
Whatever happened to the still beating heart of a virgin? No one has any standards anymore.
Giles ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
Natter 39 and Holding
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Theodosia - Oct 29, 2005 3:11:14 am PDT #9776 of 10002
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
Volans - Oct 29, 2005 3:14:41 am PDT #9777 of 10002
move out and draw fire
Well, yeah.
Otherwise the vomit splashes.
Lee - Oct 29, 2005 3:57:01 am PDT #9778 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I have discovered that Bob Marley is the perfect music to listen to while working on a production of Oliver at a jewish community center. Who knew?
Yay!
Theodosia - Oct 29, 2005 5:21:05 am PDT #9779 of 10002
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
You know, I've been up for two hours. You would think it would have occured to me to turn the heat up instead of sitting here and being cold.
I'm going to blame it on the grogginess.
§ ita § - Oct 29, 2005 5:28:06 am PDT #9780 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
The bruise I had that itched was infected. It was also tautly shiny and hot, so I wouldn't worry if yours only itches.
Steph L. - Oct 29, 2005 5:51:34 am PDT #9781 of 10002
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
The only time I've been to parties where there's a charge at the door was (1) college, to cover the cost of the keg[s], and (2) charity fundraisers, but the invitations for those say it right up front. Weird.
§ ita § - Oct 29, 2005 5:58:49 am PDT #9782 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
GodDAMN it. I think I fainted.
Have I mentioned recently, hating my body?
lori - Oct 29, 2005 6:06:57 am PDT #9783 of 10002
WTF, ita! Do you need some assistance or something? I could come over.
Nutty - Oct 29, 2005 6:12:15 am PDT #9784 of 10002
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
My experience of fainting is that you usually know it. (I have this charming thing where I get hot and dizzy, followed by my vision closing down like a television screen as it's being turned off. And then, on the floor! Luckily, I have not done this recently.)
Abducted by aliens, that's a little more ambiguous. Blow-darted by secret operatives determined to recruit you into their nefarious army, harder to say.
Have you had breakfast?
§ ita § - Oct 29, 2005 6:12:25 am PDT #9785 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Nah, but thanks, Lori. I'm mostly fine now. I'm just waiting to see if the pain in the back of my head and the back of my shoulder is because I hit them as I fell, or just muscular tightness.
I cancelled my personal training session, and I'm going to go lie down now. On purpose.
As opposed to heading to the kitchen, things becoming grey, and waking up (I mean, there was coming out of dream state and everything) on the floor.
Last time this happened it was after a marathon migraine session, I do recall. At least I already have a neurologist's appointment set up.
Stoopid, stoopid body.
Or maybe it's an averages things. When it is good, it's very very good, but when it is bad it is horrid.